Music, By Xavier Rudd

I’m sitting at home this morning listening to the music of Xavier Rudd, and I’ll post two of songs with the lyrics below. Enjoy his words and his music, he’s an outstanding artist from my local area here, Geelong. Oh, yes, dear readers, the Plumber is going to work soon.

Xavier Rudd Lyrics

“Home”

Streets full of people
With trinkets to share
Offering them up for folks in despair
Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
Of spirit and body and mind as we go

Emphasis placed on the body and mind
The heart os often somewhere behind
Strange

Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin’ up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
Strange
So sad it’s strange

I recognize my health
Things I have been dealt
Places that I have roamed
Feelings I’ve had
Things that I know

Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, I’m home

Running through the bush
And all of the trees
Moving in time with my capable speed
Skippy ants claw
At the edge of the bowl
Of the shell of an egg
Of bird long since gone
Maybe it rose up
To spread it’s new wings
Or maybe it nourished
A stronger sibling
Strange

Places we roam
And people we meet
Some connections are strong
And some of them are weak
1 or 2 or 3 or 4
Or maybe 5 or 6 or more
Strong as the roots
Of a big old gum tree
And we’ll carry them through
To the next life we see
Strange
So beautifully strange

Recognize my health
Things that i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i’ve had
Things that i know

Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i’m home

Xavier Rudd Lyrics

“Creating A Dream”

Imagine every whale was free to roam
Imagine if the trees could tell us where to go
Imagine that the sun could fill each lonely heart
Imagine confrontation never got a start

Imagine things were always crystal clear
Imagine if the mind never interfered
Imagine we could fly with broken wings
Imagine if the heart could shed its skin

Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream

Imagine sacred sites were left to be
Imagine if true activists controlled TV
Imagine Captain Watson had the final say
Imagine if industry just had to obey

Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream
Please patience please, patience please
I’m creating a dream

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And there’s no Xavier Rudd music without listening to his magnificent classic “Spirit Bird”

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ivor20

Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for 9 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

27 thoughts on “Music, By Xavier Rudd”

      1. I am sure he is ! But I am not really โ€œliving in this worldโ€ you know… I am quite a โ€œcaseโ€ myself… ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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  1. Thank you for sharing these songs, Ivor! Xavier has a beautiful voice and is a wonderful song writer! ๐Ÿ™‚
    HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ™‚
    PS…I hope all of the plumbing problems are solvable AND all of the people with plumbing problems treat you well! ๐Ÿ™‚ I bet you have some funny stories to tell. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ ๐Ÿ˜›

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      1. ๐Ÿ˜Š Thankyou Carolyn, actually a lot of the words for the poem were formed in my head, while I was working under a floor, and I wrote the poem that night ๐Ÿ™„

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      2. Isn’t it fun and interesting when and how poems come to writers! ๐Ÿ™‚ I say my poems are birthed. They just sorta’ spring forth! I’ve even woken up from sleep and had to write down a sentence or two that then became a poem the next day. ๐Ÿ™‚

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      3. Oh that waking up in the middle of the night and writing a few lines or even some important words, is how most of my poems are born, they’re nearly subconscious thoughts from my dreams. ๐Ÿ˜Š Wow… We’re almost twins

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      4. Well, we are THE coolest twins ever!!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Once I had a poem come to me in a dream and I work up and wrote it down.

        Then other times I’ve had dreams that ended becoming poems the next day. ๐Ÿ™‚ Always fun to see when the muse strikes! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. We are definitely in demand this week. A comment I made this morning, “Yes youโ€™re so right, thereโ€™s not much of a world without the results of the skilled trades, imagine a world with no buildings, no electronics, no painted colours, and especially no โ€œplumbingโ€, then Iโ€™d only be, Ivor/poet, and when it was time to have a toilet break, where do I go” in response to a post by “Bottomless Coffee”, https://bottomlesscoffee007.com/2018/08/07/the-power-of-skilled-trades/

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